Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

SALEM

" S alem," Justice whispers into the pillow.

With his head turned away from me, I can't see his face. I stroke his hair, trailing my fingers down to the small burn marks on his neck from the shock collar.

"I'll stay," he says.

My hand freezes, my fingertips hovering above his neck.

No. It's not time. Not yet.

"Salem," he says my name again, and slowly, he rolls onto his back, those bright green eyes stare up at me. "I'll stay." He reaches out, hand shaking as he cups my cheek and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip.

A twinge of pain lances my chest, and heat builds in my gut as I stare back at him.

"Will you kiss me?" he asks.

No. No, don't let him in. My head screams with reminders to why this is a bad idea.

"It's time to let him in," Diablo's voice is another, whispered reminder.

Justice blinks. His eyes well with tears and as he drops his hand, he averts his gaze.

I pounce. Straddling his thighs, I lean down and take his mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss. Our teeth clash, lips meld, and beneath me, his body undulates, his erection pressing against my own.

When long, slender fingers thread through my hair and he pulls me in to kiss me deeper, I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure. Justice's kisses trail along my jaw and down my neck. His hands go from my hair to my neck, one splayed over my ass, the other traces up and down my spine sending a wave of goosebumps across my body.

I need to stop this immediately. I cannot let him crawl beneath my skin and set fire to the marrow of my bones.

I cannot give into him.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Not yet.

"Fuck me," Justice begs, "Please, Salem, I need you inside me." He thrusts into me, proving to me how hard and desperate he truly is.

Not yet.

I shake my head. The word "No" comes from my lips, but Justice is using both hands to shove my pants down, and when his warm hand wraps around my aching length, and gives it a long, slow stroke, the only thing to leave my lips is his name on a whispered prayer.

His own pants are off in record time, and as I spread his legs, he grips my wrists and shakes his head. "Can—can I go on top… I mean, can I ride you?" he asks, cheeks turning pink as he closes his eyes.

I tuck my arms beneath him and roll us over as one until he's straddling my thighs. When he leans down to press a kiss beside my mouth, he whispers, "You're so beautiful." He kisses my jaw. "I've always thought it." He peppers kisses across my face, my eyelids, my forehead. "But I've never…" He lifts his head, green eyes fixed on mine. "I've never told you."

"Fuck," is all I can say as he begins rocking against my cock. I reach over to the bedside table and fumble with the drawer to find a bottle of lube.

Justice takes it from my hand, uncaps the small bottle and tips it up, drizzling the cool liquid over my aching length. When his fist closes around my cock, I groan.

After prepping himself, Justice sits up on his knees until he's positioned over me. His hole aligned with the head of my cock, he slowly lowers himself down until he bottoms out.

"My love," I say, my chest heaving. "You're perfect." I watch in awe as he throws his head back and rides my cock, his beautifully scarred body on full display.

I reach out to caress his thighs, my fingertips finding the edges of his scars and tracing them as he circles his hips, sweat glistening across his chest.

Leaning down, Justice's lips meet mine in a desperate kiss, his cock, trapped between us, leaks precum over my abs. I reach back, curling my hands around the iron bedhead so I can thrust up into the tight heat of his ass.

Lost in the ecstasy of his touch, and smothered in the delicious scent of his arousal, I don't notice the second cuff closing around my wrist until it's too late.

"I hate you," Justice whispers against my ear. He clenches his ass around my cock, sending a bolt of pure pleasure coursing through my veins. "I hate you…" A nip at my earlobe causes me to groan. "But I fucking love you?—"

I tug on the chains, try to force my hands through the cuffs. "Jus?—"

"Don't!" he says. He sits up, forcing my cock deeper into his ass. As he rocks against me, he splays his hands over my chest. "Don't say my name…" His cock bobs, a steady stream of precum leaks from the tip. "Don't ever say my name." Justice wraps his own hand around his cock and strokes himself.

I watch, fixated as he simultaneously fucks me and jerks himself off. "I hate what you do to me…" Another stroke. "I hate the way you make me feel." His ass clenches hard around my length and as my release fills him, his own release spills over his hand and onto my abs. Panting heavily, Justice leans down, his breath hot against my ear as his movements slow. "I hate loving you…" A broken sob leaves his lips and warm tears trickle onto my cheek. "But I can't stop."

"Jus—" I swallow the lump in my throat. "Don't stop, my love."